Today, there are more than 30,000 on the shelves.

According to your algorithm of not counting and only reading chapters, this can be divided into at least fifteen chapters.

Let's weigh it up.

I don't want to say anything.

I feel that everyone's reaction is very subtle.

None of the birds are usually seen, nor do they see the customary 'Timo Forever Dripping God'.

Do I have to put a parenthesis in the title or something, so you think I'm exploding·······

Or is it that 30,000 per day is the starting point.

Tut.

Ahh

A batch of dismal results.

I don't even want to mention it.

Buddha.

10,000 a day, after getting the daily 10,000-word badge, let's write it to the end.

The story will be written.

Well.

I don't have any ideas.

Let's disperse.

The mood is very melancholy, and I feel that the effort is not proportional to the return.

Need to adjust yourself.

As for talking about diaries.

What to keep in a diary.

I didn't eat breakfast today.

That's right, at this time, I haven't even eaten breakfast.

Three cups of coffee, ten small biscuits, three hours of rest to go to bed, and the rest of the time was spent deleting and changing codewords.

There's not much more to say.

It's not miserable.

It's just that I just want BBBB to have a meal.

If you find it annoying, you can not read it.

That's it.

It's impossible to roll around coquettishly or something.

I'm now in a cold sweat and retching.

Overnight sequelae.

The code words are concentrated for a maximum of 20 minutes, the hands hurt, and there will be an inexplicable burning sensation because of the blood circulation and blood stasis (maybe it is also related to the thin skin), and the keyboard is hot.

Let's wait until the new table, chair and medicine arrive.

Updated tomorrow at 8 p.m., and at this time every day from now on, if it changes, there will be additional notice.

I'll try to update on time.

Tools Dragon's popular science is now often 404, and solutions are being negotiated.

That's it.

Madame went to take a picture of JK.

Looking at this result, I'd better keep this picture for myself.

Well.

That's it.

See you tomorrow.

Oh yes, one last thing.

One more day a day, more than I mutated.